[ there’s an intake of breath as daan’s teeth graze against his skin; he sucks in air at the sudden warmth against his cock, so suddenly juxtaposed by the cool air hitting it in full force. even when daan was teasing, the edges of him had frayed into something soft — cloud melts into the kiss, breath hitching as he lightly brushes his fingers up his cock. ]
So you wanna hear me beg, huh?
[ he may be flushing, but he’s still going to bite back. just a bit. ]
You gonna commit it to memory? Use it for your spank bank?
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So you wanna hear me beg, huh?
[ he may be flushing, but he’s still going to bite back. just a bit. ]
You gonna commit it to memory? Use it for your spank bank?